Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?

The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance.

The Beloved about Her Lover: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

The Beloved about Her Lover: He brought me into the banquet hall, and he looked at me lovingly.

Set about me cups of wine, comfort me with apples; for I am sick of love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.

The Beloved about Her Lover: Listen! My lover is approaching! Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills!

The Beloved about Her Lover: My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

The Beloved about Her Lover: All night long on my bed I longed for my lover. I longed for him but he never appeared.

I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared, who are coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young.

Thou shalt come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: thou shalt go round about from the head of faith, from the head of Shenir and Hermon, from the dwellings of lions, from the mountains of panthers.

The Beloved about Her Lover: I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved: "Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."

I opened to my beloved, and my beloved turned about, he passed away: my soul went forth in his speaking: I sought and I found him not; I called him and he answered me not

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

What is so special about your beloved, most beautiful of women? What is so special about your beloved, that you charge us like this?

The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies.

“Before I was aware [of what was happening], my desire had brought me
Into the area of the princes of my people [the king’s retinue].”

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved's, and he desires me!

His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.

The Maidens about His Beloved: Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning on her beloved? The Beloved to Her Lover: Under the apple tree I aroused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.